Oh, my, born too fly for a white guy Walk around too real for a white lie Shine so bright you can't even see a white light I'm too tight, son, have the game callin' me white Mike They tryna white out the white noise I got black, brown, and white boys Como tu que pasa to all my homeboys A la verga, someone get the aloe vera Mucho caliente for these pinche' jotos Leavin' in my text messages
Mind my business and my enemies be mindin' mine too Think they finna blow up off me, get the underground tools I'm the underground king, underground crown got no jewels They two steepin' towards me 'til they slide inside my mind chute Hillbilly Elvis on my bullshit I don't mind poop Versatile fertilizer steroid shots in my own roots Yeah, country thuggin' in my Nudie Suit Davey Crocket on me blingin' bring the diamond tester with you fool Grab the banjo out the closet when we gettin' down This generation jumpin' to this country bumpkin sound Grab the banjo out the closet, got the liquor on the ground I'm so high I'm channelin' DeFord Bailey when I want to now Ridin' dirty, Gomer Pyle, get like me, I'll show you how My crops keep poppin' up in winter go and get your chisel, plow Milk the game, go tip a cow, longest fuse don't fizzle out Dixie chicks roll deep with me and even make my pappy proud Sweaty when ragin', drippin' DNA on hardwood like my big rig swayin' Got the two-tone with the two phones, two bad baddies, Batman baby See I'm campaignin', pour the champagne And toast to the ones they blackmailin' I'll be blowin' trees while I'm kicked back Photos show 'em I'll be like Miles Davis Red eyes, smile never faded, Carthartt and it's armor plated Never under or over rated, IQ chillin' on the color spectrum Over stimulated in the number section Track after track never parked this language Daily driver at the train station Only blowin' smoke to the destination
Came down on a star ship DNA hummin' a hymn of a strong riff Hit the ground in the city of the Titan Write a line frost the rebel like Orion I already told 'em I come from past the stars But live below the clouds, show 'em how it's done, again Decendents do not pretend So art can't explode that's my only intent
But on the flip side cold cock me best go and quick hide For every way you ride Like Posideon I'm sendin' rip tides I'm dockside with a top gun on my dark mind Undertow the dopest flow Gangster yells at other rappers callin' me rhinoxide Can't see me like they cockeyed Pop up twice at the same time Like Nicola Tesla in '39 I'm one you won't find Don't know who they messin' with Don't know who can stop me Beat knocks so hard, callin' Kalani and he knock it One-two to Mohammed Ali ring side Stackin' up dead bodies, they blood type was carbon copy Nagasaki the suckers who too sloppy to top it prolly (Top it prolly)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.